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Guest Post: Jenn Nixon

My celebrity crush, Jenn Nixon, has a new book out today. I’ve beta read this one, and I think she’s really hit her stride with The Crystal Casters: The Awakening. Take it away, Jenn.

When Cyndra Raine inherits her grandmother’s crystal, she inadvertently awakens a lethal elemental force she doesn’t understand. Panicked and desperate, she flees the safety of her village, determined to find answers only to run into a man named Rune with the same abilities and questions.

Zorin has spent twenty-five years soaring over his island waiting for something, anything, to change. After sensing caster power he can’t ignore, he leaves the island and finds two casters under attack on the mainland. He’s shocked to learn Cyndra and Rune are ignorant of their lineage and the war that destroyed the world.

Intrigued by Cyndra and the immense power she possesses, Zorin promises her the truth about the past in exchange for her help. Inexplicably drawn to the winged man, Cyndra agrees to his terms and together they begin a journey that tests everything she knows about her world and discovers a connection to Zorin more profound than any she’s ever imagined.

Jenn Nixon’s love of writing started the year she received her first diary and Nancy Drew novel. Throughout her teenage years, she kept a diary of her personal thoughts and feelings but graduated from Nancy Drew to other mystery suspense novels. Jenn often adds a thriller and suspense element to anything she writes be it Romance, Science Fiction, or Fantasy. When not writing, she spends her time reading, observing pop culture, playing with her two dogs, and working on various charitable projects in her home state of New Jersey.

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy Romance or SciFi Parnormal Romance or SciFi-Fantasy Romance which ever you think works best for your readers. J

Long after sunset, the last straggler of the day walked up to the vegetable/fruit shelf and pulled two bananas off the pile. Cyndra readied a paper bag as she covertly eyed the older man, noticing the new pair of shoes hiding underneath his pristine jeans. She normally charged everyone the same, some lower if she knew they were in dire straits, but never more, regardless of what they wore or how clean they appeared.

“Passing through.” He paused at the counter offering no more and setting the fruit down. “Do you take the Zonecoins?”

“As a matter of fact I do,” she replied, smiling casually, hoping to make the sale, “but one is already too much for bananas.”

The man jerked his chin to her left. “How many for the bogwood box?”

“What’s bogwood?” Cyndra glanced over, furrowing her brow.

“Wood that’s cured in peat bogs, very rare these days and the carvings are…Six Zonecoins.”

“I’m sorry, it’s not for sale,” she said, motioning to the canned food section and trying to hide her disappointment. Zonecoins were like cowmeat to Southzoners. “I have a jewelry chest on the home goods cart.”

“Eight,” he said sharper, narrowing his eyes and moving closer to the box.

“Not for sale,” she reiterated and stretched to her full height, a couple inches taller than the old man.

His lip curled and his eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t even know what this is, what you have in your possession, do you?”

“The box?” Cyndra dropped her hand to her side, ready to grab her weapon, when the zone’s curfew warning alarm blared through the air.

“Your ignorance will destroy you,” he snapped, glancing back to the door. He had half an hour to get to wherever he needed to go. Everyone knew the penalty for traveling after curfew.